He Chusan greeted him and led him into his office. The agent approached the floor-to-ceiling window and glanced at the gleaming sea in the morning. He turned and drew the curtains, and the room fell into darkness.
"Start?" He Chusan.
"let's start."
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Abba He sat under the awning, comfortably puffing out clouds of smoke with a cigarette stick. Two old neighbors hurried past his stall.
"What are you doing?!" Dad He greeted.
"Old He! Didn't you read today's newspaper?! It's a big disaster! I'm going to find my stock manager right away!"
"What's the big disaster?" Before He Abba could finish asking, the two quickly walked away from their old legs and disappeared in a blink of an eye. He picked up today's morning paper from the stall suspiciously and looked at it. The headline on the front page was "The Death of Hong Kong! ! ! ", the following subtitle "The property market and the stock market have hidden huge bubbles, the Hang Seng Index will fall to the lowest level in history", the content of the article is that an anonymous "relevant person" cited a large number of data analysis, and elaborated on the relationship between the Hong Kong dollar and the Hong Kong dollar since the fall of the British pound last year. The harm of Hong Kong stock market also pointed out the huge bubbles hidden in Hong Kong's seemingly prosperous real estate industry, stock market and futures market. Words and words sing about Hong Kong stocks, and the words are conclusive. [Note: Hang Seng Index, namely Hong Kong Hang Seng Index, an important indicator of Hong Kong stock market price]
This magnificent article sweeping away thousands of troops, Abba He only read three lines of words and threw it away. "What's wrong with me? I can't afford a house again."
"The two of you are too, what kind of stocks are you playing with when you are old!" he shouted in the direction where the two left.
Wu Ma came out of the house when she heard the words, and picked up the newspaper worriedly and read it, "Aren't our Asan also engaged in some kind of stock market?"
"That poor boy!" Abba He waved his hand proudly, "Don't believe him even a word!"
…
However, in front of the stock index bulletin board, in front of hundreds of computers, and in front of various exchanges, the bustling crowds are discussing the same "catastrophic disaster". Newspapers, large and small, in the hands of people have published analytical articles of the same point of view written by several "relevant persons" and "anonymous experts". On the brokers' desks, the phones were ringing non-stop, and the exchange was buzzing.
Just when people were wondering whether it was the "experts" who were unfounded or did it deliberately, the prediction came true as soon as the market opened in the morning - a large number of Hong Kong dollar selling orders suddenly appeared in the foreign exchange market, and the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate fell! On the big and small screens, the numbers marked in green began to flash! Investors' anxiety did not last long, and then turned into a huge panic - there was also a large number of selling orders in the stock market, and the Hang Seng Index showed a downward trend!
This day was originally a cloudless, clear and warm day, but fear swept the city like a wave of plague. With the help of the news offensive, speculators behind the scenes dumped Hong Kong dollars and Hong Kong stocks as soon as the market opened. Under this situation, a large number of retail investors began to follow the trend, eager to sell the stocks in their hands, toss the Hong Kong dollar, and buy the US dollar in order to preserve their value... For a time, the sharp decline in stocks seemed to be a foregone conclusion. In the streets and alleys, there are constant discussions and panic.
A stand-alone office building located in Wanchai, in the lobby office. Several managers were operating on the computer with fingers like enclaves, with the phone tucked by their shoulders, and quickly gave instructions to the communication department. All kinds of jargon and "slang" came out of their mouths, some of which kevin understood and some of which did not. Kevin stood alone in front of the TV. There were a lot of crowded pictures of investors in the news. Financial reporters nervously reported the real-time market situation: From 10:00 am to 12:30 noon, during the entire morning market, the Hong Kong dollar exchange rate and the Hang Seng Index Continuing to decline, approaching the lowest level in history, clouds shrouded this lonely city at sea...
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In the dim general manager's office, He Chusan looked at the constantly changing data on the computer as usual, and fiddled with a diamond ring and necklace around his neck.
"Are you married?" the agent asked. He hadn't seen He Chusan wearing this a few times before.
"Private for life."
The agent smiled, "Young people, always feel that a moment is a lifetime."
"It's better than living a lifetime and getting old without ever getting that moment."
The agent smiled again.
He Chusan watched as the exchange rate of the Hong Kong dollar fell to its lowest point at the close. He stood up and turned the computer screen to the agent. "Report to the shopkeeper. It's time for you to enter in the afternoon."
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Xia Liuyi hid in the corner of the high-rise lobby of the International Convention and Exhibition Center against the scorching sun at noon. He buckled his baseball cap upside down, wore a mask, stuck to the floor-to-ceiling glass and peered out with a pair of binoculars.
Although He Chusan hurriedly hung up the phone that day, and although he didn't tell him what day he would cause trouble, his eyelids had been twitching violently since last night. He always felt that He Chusan would not wait any longer. He felt He Chusan's extremely suppressed emotions and the urge to end everything as soon as possible and meet him as soon as possible. He was so worried and anxious that his hands and feet became cold, but he wanted to see He Chusan in person to feel at ease.
Now he has been shrunk in that crevice for more than an hour - He Chusan's office is facing the sea and high-rise. He ran all morning in all the nearby buildings before he found this crack, where he could see He Chusan's floor-to-ceiling windows slantingly. However, He Chusan kept the curtains tightly locked.
He looked and looked through the binoculars and confirmed that He Chusan's car was still parked in the parking lot downstairs. He was staring hard to see if the curtains in He Chusan's office were shaking. The staff of the convention center finally found him. "Sir? Sir?"
"What's wrong?"
"Sir, you can't stay here."
"I'm here to exhibit."
"There is no show on this floor today, which one are you attending?"
"Just... it's the exhibition downstairs."
"Then we'll take you downstairs."
"Don't touch me! Get away!"
"Sir, if you do this again, we will call the security staff!"
Xia Liu saw two tall Indian security guards running towards this side at a glance, and quickly considered the consequences of knocking each other to the ground, and the police car that would stay downstairs soon after that. He pressed the baseball cap, grabbed the binoculars, and quickly fled against the wall.
An hour later, he climbed to the top of the building where He Chusan was far away that night, frowned under the scorching sun and raised a pink sunshade. The parasol was just bought at the supermarket downstairs, so I didn't have to choose the color.
Under the lace of the parasol, he raised the telescope again - in this direction only the lobby office of He Chusan's company could be seen. He saw Kevin walking slowly by the window, and saw a few office workers sitting in front of the computer.
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At this time, He Chusan was sitting in the general manager's office just a door away from his eyes, quickly scrolling through the computer pages—the afternoon market had begun. The Hang Seng Index's slide has stalled.
He Chusan stood up and made several calls in succession. He learned that major blue-chip companies responded to the rapid decline in their own stock prices and began to buy back the company's shares to stop the decline.
"Notify your funds to enter the market!" he said to the agent, "the situation is about to stop!"
The agent glanced at his watch, which showed that it was less than three o'clock.
"'He' is in a lecture now, can't answer the phone, and has to wait for him to come out."
He Chusan was in a hurry, "Wait for him to come out, it will be too late! You directly inform your traders!"
The agent glanced at him, "I think you have a misunderstanding of my identity. I am not his agent, but his substitute. I have no discretion."
He Chusan rushed up and grabbed his wrist! "You figure it out! The capital I invested is 100 million! The shopkeeper will earn 3 billion! Your every second of hesitation is a huge loss! Can you afford it?! Call him now immediately. !"
The agent frowned slightly at his fiery, sharp gaze. He rang his eldest brother in front of He Chusan, and then handed it to He Chusan.
"Beep! Beep!..."
Xie Yingjie did not answer.
He Chusan's face was pale, and the cold sweat dripped from his back. He knew that Xie Yingjie was doing it on purpose, and his actions in the downtown area did not easily win the trust of the other party. Without the smell of blood in the sea, sharks will not appear. The other party has to squeeze the last drop of blood on his body to confirm his loyalty.
He let go of the agent and walked quickly to the table, dialing the internal number. "kevin, let them put the client's money in too!"
A manager's voice came from the other end, "Mr. He, but..."
"Shut them up! Do it! I'll take care of it!"